What I Drink When I'm Drinking Coffee

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Dixie@dcrelief said…

Now there's a winner!

4 January 2015 at 21:32

Arlee Bird said…

That's a nice way to look at coffee. Maybe instead of gulping mine down while doing something else I should dwell on my cup of brew to let it inspire me.

Lee
Tossing It Out

5 January 2015 at 04:06

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5 January 2015 at 06:48

Lisa Southard said…

Raising a mug to you Dixie! :-)

5 January 2015 at 11:49

Lisa Southard said…

Gulping may be holding you back, Lee! Although we all have days where gulping is required :-)

5 January 2015 at 11:51

Lisa Southard said…

Thank you Nature Boy, all my own work- mainly powered by coffee :-)

5 January 2015 at 11:53

Geo. said…

Beautifully done. All forests should be informed by coffee.

7 January 2015 at 22:00

Lisa Southard said…

A coffee forest would have some entirely interesting growth. I like this plan :-)

7 January 2015 at 22:15

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My Chromebook has been crumbling. It seems a little like dementia, this inability to upgrade its powers of communication, it makes me sad, even for an object. It's one of the reasons my posts here have been put aside, that and generally being tumbled by tiredness. I have saved up money for a replacement, also I have spent that money on trees and shrubs. I have two novels to sort out however, and this will be the reason I save up again. I don't stop writing, even if I don't tell anyone. In the meantime should you need a calm place to go, I have begun a substack account. Please do drop by. If the kettle crumbles we can make tea (or soup) on the firepit. Me on substack: Lisa Southard

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